Perfect Fit – Flirty Fitness Read Online M.K. Moore

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Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 8707 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 44(@200wpm)___ 35(@250wpm)___ 29(@300wpm)

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Perfect Fit - Flirty Fitness

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M.K. Moore

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Welcome to the FitFirm, gym to the stars. We offer state-of-the-art equipment, personalized fitness regimens, and above all else discretion. The classes we offer can be downright dirty. Remember, the FitFirm has it all and no one will ever know.

Have you ever felt like someone was the perfect fit for you?

Everett O’Brien doesn’t have to work out properly. He’s a new surgical resident who ends up at the gym near the hospital for a midnight yoga class. Too bad it’s a couple’s tantric yoga class and he’s single.
Not for long.
River Jones grew up in a commune and started studying yoga at a young age. Now she’s a master and teaching what she knows. Tantra just happens to be her specialty.
This is what happens when Everett makes the beautiful and flexible yogini his.

This is a part of the Flirt Club’s Flirty Fitness series. Hit the gym with Flirt Club! With Flirty Fitness we will target your heart, not just your glutes!
This series will feature our ladies and gentlemen pumping iron, building muscle, and making a love connection are coming your way.
With lots of heat and plenty of sweet, the Flirty Fitness Series will make you break a sweat.
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M.K. Moore




I’ve been sitting in traffic for forty-five minutes. LA traffic pretty much sucks no matter what time of day it is. I look at the navigation screen on my Prius. It’s 11:50. Shit. I’m going to be so freaking late for work. Of course, I chose today to go down to San Diego. It was a quick trip to a museum, but now I’m late. Thankfully, I changed at a rest area. I definitely won’t have time once I get there. My Midnight Tantric class is the best part of my week. I work most days at the FitFirm, but Friday nights are my favorite. Tonight is the first class in a beginners series, and I love teaching this kind of yoga. I love all yoga, in fact, I’ve dedicated my life to it, but there is just something magical and naughty about Red Tantra.

I pull into my a space on the street at 11:59 and rush into my studio. My new students are already sitting down on their yoga mats. The gym already has soft, sensual background music filling the room. I step out of my Birkenstocks and move to the front of the room.

“Namaste, I’m River,” I say softly, hoping that they’ve taken a yoga class before. This type of yoga can get really intense, really fast. “Welcome to Midnight Tantra, a couples-only yoga session. Before we begin, I just want to warn you, this kind of session will bring you closer than ever to your partner. Red Tantra is all about sexual union. This is a safe space. Remember that. You and your partner should already know one another sexually, but this will go beyond that. Far beyond that. I will be giving you the tools to achieve the highest orgasms for both of you, even fully clothed. Relaxation will be key for your enjoyment. While other teachers may impart wisdom on free sex or group sex, I do not. I believe that the path of sexual enlightenment can only be taken with your soulmate. If something feels off, it probably is. We will focus on the journey between you and your partner only. We will awaken the senses as well as your lower chakras. Are there any questions before we take this journey together?” I ask, feeling like a fraud. I always feel like a fraud when I say this speech. I’ve never known the touch of a man. I’ve never even kissed one before. I taught myself Tantra from an old manual. I utilize all my yoga instructor taught me as well as what I learned in a book, but I’d never tell my clients that. They don’t need to know that. I notice eleven sets of eyes staring at me. Eleven? A single man is sitting on a mat. A really hot single man. His intense stare is making me a little hot. Maybe his partner is late? Is it terrible that I hope he doesn’t have one? It is, but I can’t help it. I want a man for myself. Selfish as it might be, I want him. Now, how do I get him?

“I might be in the wrong class,” the hot guy says, his thick New Jersey accent throwing me for a loop.

“Might be?” I ask.

“I thought this was a traditional yoga class,” he says, shrugging adorably.

“Do you not have a partner?” I ask.

“I don’t.”

“Well, you can be my partner,” I blurt out, not even sure where that comes from, considering that’s not how this works. There is a big difference between tantric sex and Red Tantra.

“Your partner?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow at me. He looks so hot; I bite my bottom lip and clench my thighs. Fuck, this is going to be a long class.

“Sure. No need to miss out just because of that,” I reply as casually as possible.

“Didn’t you say it was couples only? Soulmates only?” He stares at me intently. Is it hot in here? I keep the room at a cool sixty-eight degrees when I’m in session, so it’s gotta be him. He’s doing this to me. How the hell is that possible?

My pussy perks right up. Alright, I can work with this, I think, deciding to go with it and see what happens.

“I did,” I say, nodding.

“Okay,” he says, moving his mat to the front of the room by mine. I can smell his cologne. Crap. It’s got me hooked. I’m pretty sure that I am going to make some bad decisions tonight.

“A little about me, then we’ll go around the room and introduce ourselves. Please remember that anything you see or hear in this room is confidential and covered under the NDA you signed when you signed up for the class. This is LA after all. Alright. As I said, I’m River. I grew up in Crescent City, California, on a spiritual commune. I’ve studied yoga since I could walk and moved into tantra two years ago. Next?”